does anyone else feel like school subjects have their own specific colour
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math is blue right
MATH IS RED
MATH IS INFACT RED
math is B L U E
MATH IS RED
Math is Maroon! Blue 2 + Red 3 = Maroon 5
duh
people are allowed to leave you.
people are allowed to break up with you.
people are allowed to love you but not want to be with you.
people are allowed to not want to talk to you.
people are allowed to put their happiness before yours and do what makes them happy even if it does not include you.
people are allowed to move on from you.
people are allowed to fall in love with someone else.
people are allowed to not want you in their life.
people are allowed to do whatever they want to better themselves and become the version of themselves they are trying so hard to love.
don’t be bitter towards someone who is only trying to be happy.
Hospitals
Most people are afraid to go to them. They remind people of how easily it is to be removed from this world. You see once strong people, now weak and fragile. It’s a place of pain, sickness, and mortality. I however, enjoy going to hospitals. For one moment in your life everyone you once knew is there for you. People come from all over to show you love and compassion. To me a hospital is a place of rebirth. However, The thing I fear most is leaving the hospital. Whether I’m dead in a casket, or home safely there’s nothing more frightening than leaving a hospital. I’m afraid because after I’m gone I know I’ll just end up being just another name in a file cabinet. I’ll be forgotten, my friends and family will leave me, and I’ll only be a statistic on some hospital’s records. Being forgotten into a sea of names is more frightening than death itself.
INTPs tend to be rather mistrusting of people and are rather sceptical. However, a lot of their trust is based on what the Ne function tells them about somebody. This can lead to a naivity and sometimes to prejudices based on intuitive perceptions of appearence and style. People can be a problem for INTPs: on the one hand they are fascinated by some types of people, especially more extraverted individuals, but a fear of irrational behaviour in others usually leads to caution. Friendship with INTPs develops at a pace which depends considerably on the temperament of the other person. INTPs dislike making the first move and tend to mirror the emotional content of the other person. A jolly person will quickly bring the INTP out of his shell, as much as that is possible, while a serious person will find a serious INTP looking back at him. In this sense, INTPs preference for intuitive perception (rather than action) with respect to people results in them resembling a chameleon. The INTP can fit into many different modes of behaviour, even contradictory ones, in order to get into the mindset of the other person. The goal is to gain enough intuitive data to analyse and assess the person. In doing this, the INTP remains somewhat reserved, never wholly identifying himself with his surroundings. As chameleons, INTPs are therefore approachable and open, unless the Ne tells the INTP that the other person is a type he doesn’t like, in which case the reserved attitude may become too obvious. The chameleon behaviour can be particularly strong when discussing something. The INTP may even argue something that he doesn’t really believe himself. Sometimes it is for the intellectual stimulation that comes with the challenge of arguing from a variety of standpoints. Otherwise, it may be to avoid early conflict before the situation has been fully assessed. Chameleons hide their true selves. INTPs do not do this cynically, or indeed all the time, but it is a result of the strong desire to remain detached and observe.
ive realized that telling people to replace “muslim” with “jew” and having them realize how much they sound like Hitler can help strike a chord
But Jews don’t kill people just for not believing what they do.
Neither do Muslims but thanks for your ignorant and racist input that I didn’t ask for.
Shut downs make me happy.
We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.
Thomas Moore (via aestheticintrovert)
omg i love people that have an unexpected aspect to them
like some girl you know who wears light pastel or polkadot dresses who is actually hardcore into classic rock
or a really loud, obnoxious, athletic swaggy boy who’s favorite show is doctor who
or even a really quiet, awkward girl who makes a lot of penis jokes
i love those people
I’m exhausted right now.
I’ve been trying to avoid the people from the past, especially choir people. Today there was a last chill sesh and I was very hesitant on going, but I went with a little help from Betty. I didn’t want to stay long because it hurt too much. After I left I became incredibly sad, but after talking with Betty I realised I wasn’t actually sad because of sadness, I was sad because I loved them. I love each and every one of them and I already said goodbye once, and it hurt. I really didn’t want to have to say goodbye again. Then something strange happened, I became even more sad. This time it was about me. I have been struggling with my future for a while. I feel like everyone expects me to be successful, a couple of days ago my dad asked me if there was such a thing as a “socialist capitalist.” I told there is such a thing in theory but in reality there’s not. He then asked me if there’s such thing as a “successful” socialist and I mentioned names like Orwell, Hemingway, Einstein, Helen Keller, Lenin (John and Vladimir), and many others. However, this isn’t what he meant as “successful.” He wasn’t referring to writers or artists. So today as I’m sitting on the cold concrete in my girlfriends driveway, I asked myself am I to choose the path that leads to “success” or the path that leads to something greater. I could be a typical American and seek a high paying job so I could live comfortably, but I don’t want that. I need to do something far greater than that. I need to live a life of virtue and moderation over a life of excess and greed. However, it’s tough because I also want a wife, and want to give her all the things she wants and needs, but I’d be risking all of that for my own personal maybe even naive view of virtue. As I was debating the issue, a gust of wind, a slight breeze blew over us. There had been no wind that entire day, and I immediately knew that wind was actually the breath of God. As soon as I realised he was sending his comfort down on me I bawled. I cried not because I was sad, but because I felt Gods love flow over me and for that split second I saw something so beautiful I couldn’t help but cry at its glorious presence. God gave me a strength and I asked her. If she were to be the one, and we got married that she’d be okay with the path of life that I knew to be right. To sacrifice all of the comforts of life to be with me, and live a life of virtue. To my amazement she said yes. So I knew. I knew I was destined for something great, and I felt Gods perfect love inside of me and each time he showed himself to me, I fell crying. After a deep conversation with my wonderful Betty I finally left, and went home. For some reason I felt like staying outside so I sat on my swing and stared at the sky. I decided it was late so I got up to go inside, but I looked at the sky and began to pray. Not the kind of pray you do before you eat or right before a test you know you’ll fail but actual praying. The kind of praying Jesus did in the garden before he was arrested. I prayed aloud using actual words, and I fell to my knees because I am a flawed man and I am humbled to be bound to the ground. I prayed. I asked for understanding, because I have so many doubts. I prize myself on my philosophy and my impermeable logic, and I wanted to understand, but God didn’t give me understanding, God have me something far greater, faith. I must have faith, the one thing I run from most is faith. I’ve never felt comfortable relying on faith, but I am incapable of fully understanding God, so he gave me his faith.
Thank you, Father. Thank you.